DontAskJusTckle
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Call it a midlife crisis, senility, or simply the allure that comes naturally to those who play musical instruments socially, but after 30 years of being (mostly) on the wagon, I've started smoking reefer again. Although it's not yet legal here in Austin, TX, there is a large campus here and that means plenty of availability. They also have head shops here, although nobody seems to call them that any more.
For the most part, I'm a weekend warrior, but I recently made an exception when I spent a couple of days up in Dallas on business. While there, I actually got to meet and hang out with fellow TMF member Coldneck. We partied at his spread which I have to admit was pretty impressive. It's in a gated community. He's got a workout room on the ground floor. We pumped some iron, although for me it had been a while and I did considerably fewer reps at lower weight than Coldneck, who is a freaking machine. I have to say that in person, Coldneck is quite an interesting character. He's an upbeat energetic dude who seems to be in a perpetual good mood that is rather infectuous.
Then we poured some liquor and went upstairs to his music room. He's got lots of instruments, mostly guitars. We jammed on acoustics. I played an Ovation while he played a Taylor. Coldneck is a lot younger than me of course, and his repetoire of songs is considerably more modern, while I know mostly the old stuff. But we found some common ground and jammed on tunes like Pinball Wizard, some Beatles, and some Stones. But I think our best jam was Venus by Shocking Blue. We also got stoned on some kind bud I brought up from Austin, smoking it out of a recently purchased brass chamber pipe I also brought.
When I got back to Austin at about 6:30 pm the next day, the rental car place was closed, so I grabbed my stuff, tossed the keys into the night deposit slot, hopped into my own car and drove home. About an hour later I realized to my horror, that I had left my cool brass pipe in the console of the rental car. That pipe actually has a little attachment for stash which contained a nice little bud. I was in big trouble, and I knew it.
After a brief period of self-admonishment ("DAJT, you are one stupid motherfucker!"), I started considering what should be done. Should I just let it be, and hope for the best? Should I try and retrieve it in the morning? What if I get there and the cops are waiting?! I mulled it over throughout the evening and ultimately decided on a plan.
The next morning I got up early and showed up at the rental car place a half hour before they were scheduled to open. As I pulled into the parking lot, I saw a police car standing there with it's red and blue lights flashing. "That's not good," I thought. Then I saw that the policeman was dealing with somebody. Whether the guy had bad plates or drugs, I had no clue. I was just relieved it wasn't about my rental car and the questionable item within. A few minutes later, a man and a woman showed up to open the car rental office.
"Good morning," I said to them. The woman was the one who had hooked me up with the car to begin with.
"Good morning," she said. "How was your trip?"
"It was fine," I answered. "But I'm afraid I left something in the car and didn't realize it until after I'd already returned the keys."
She laughed, "Oh don't sweat it. We get that a lot. And people usually remember right after they drop the keys in the slot!"
"Yeah!" I laughed nervously. "Been there, done that! heh. Well if I could just get those keys, I'll run out there and...."
"Oh I'll go out there with you," she interrupted. "I need to check the vehicle anyway."
"Of course."
I followed her out to the car. She unlocked it and opened the driver's door. She turned to me and asked, "Where exactly did you leave it?"
As you can imagine, this was a tense moment. However, when push comes to shove, I can usually think on my feet when I have to.
"I'm not certain," I lied. "Can I look for it?"
"Sure," she said. She stepped aside and watched me for a moment as I looked around the dashboard and the door pocket. Then she opened the driver's side back door and started looking on the seat and the floor.
This was my moment. I opened the console compartment between the driver and passenger seat. The console lid blocked her view, but she was no longer looking in my direction anyway. My left hand darted in and snagged the brass pipe and whisked it into my left pants pocket, while simultaneously my right hand pulled a little USB flash drive out of my right pants pocket that I made sure to bring with me. This happened in the space of one second, and she saw none of it.
"I got it!" I pronounced, holding up the thumb drive.
"Oh good," she said, looking up. Then she finished checking the vehicle.
I got my receipt and we said our good-byes. I drove off and headed into the office. I pulled into a space in the parking garage, and just sat for a few moments and let the tension and anxiety drain out of me.
That was a little TOO close!
For the most part, I'm a weekend warrior, but I recently made an exception when I spent a couple of days up in Dallas on business. While there, I actually got to meet and hang out with fellow TMF member Coldneck. We partied at his spread which I have to admit was pretty impressive. It's in a gated community. He's got a workout room on the ground floor. We pumped some iron, although for me it had been a while and I did considerably fewer reps at lower weight than Coldneck, who is a freaking machine. I have to say that in person, Coldneck is quite an interesting character. He's an upbeat energetic dude who seems to be in a perpetual good mood that is rather infectuous.
Then we poured some liquor and went upstairs to his music room. He's got lots of instruments, mostly guitars. We jammed on acoustics. I played an Ovation while he played a Taylor. Coldneck is a lot younger than me of course, and his repetoire of songs is considerably more modern, while I know mostly the old stuff. But we found some common ground and jammed on tunes like Pinball Wizard, some Beatles, and some Stones. But I think our best jam was Venus by Shocking Blue. We also got stoned on some kind bud I brought up from Austin, smoking it out of a recently purchased brass chamber pipe I also brought.
When I got back to Austin at about 6:30 pm the next day, the rental car place was closed, so I grabbed my stuff, tossed the keys into the night deposit slot, hopped into my own car and drove home. About an hour later I realized to my horror, that I had left my cool brass pipe in the console of the rental car. That pipe actually has a little attachment for stash which contained a nice little bud. I was in big trouble, and I knew it.
After a brief period of self-admonishment ("DAJT, you are one stupid motherfucker!"), I started considering what should be done. Should I just let it be, and hope for the best? Should I try and retrieve it in the morning? What if I get there and the cops are waiting?! I mulled it over throughout the evening and ultimately decided on a plan.
The next morning I got up early and showed up at the rental car place a half hour before they were scheduled to open. As I pulled into the parking lot, I saw a police car standing there with it's red and blue lights flashing. "That's not good," I thought. Then I saw that the policeman was dealing with somebody. Whether the guy had bad plates or drugs, I had no clue. I was just relieved it wasn't about my rental car and the questionable item within. A few minutes later, a man and a woman showed up to open the car rental office.
"Good morning," I said to them. The woman was the one who had hooked me up with the car to begin with.
"Good morning," she said. "How was your trip?"
"It was fine," I answered. "But I'm afraid I left something in the car and didn't realize it until after I'd already returned the keys."
She laughed, "Oh don't sweat it. We get that a lot. And people usually remember right after they drop the keys in the slot!"
"Yeah!" I laughed nervously. "Been there, done that! heh. Well if I could just get those keys, I'll run out there and...."
"Oh I'll go out there with you," she interrupted. "I need to check the vehicle anyway."
"Of course."
I followed her out to the car. She unlocked it and opened the driver's door. She turned to me and asked, "Where exactly did you leave it?"
As you can imagine, this was a tense moment. However, when push comes to shove, I can usually think on my feet when I have to.
"I'm not certain," I lied. "Can I look for it?"
"Sure," she said. She stepped aside and watched me for a moment as I looked around the dashboard and the door pocket. Then she opened the driver's side back door and started looking on the seat and the floor.
This was my moment. I opened the console compartment between the driver and passenger seat. The console lid blocked her view, but she was no longer looking in my direction anyway. My left hand darted in and snagged the brass pipe and whisked it into my left pants pocket, while simultaneously my right hand pulled a little USB flash drive out of my right pants pocket that I made sure to bring with me. This happened in the space of one second, and she saw none of it.
"I got it!" I pronounced, holding up the thumb drive.
"Oh good," she said, looking up. Then she finished checking the vehicle.
I got my receipt and we said our good-byes. I drove off and headed into the office. I pulled into a space in the parking garage, and just sat for a few moments and let the tension and anxiety drain out of me.
That was a little TOO close!
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